Mom's Development Plan (Family Incest Adult Novel)

Warning: This story is primarily a stockings fan story, but also involves plots of incest and coercion. So if this kind of plot disgusts you, please don't read on.

In this story, a son tells how his scheming mother used her sex appeal to rise from the slums to high society. How she humiliated her son, telling his friends and family that she caught him masturbating with her stockings. He endured these insults, waited for his opportunity, and finally got his chance to take revenge. This is a stockings fan story that takes place in a family setting.

My mother, Delia Bouvier, known to her friends as Dee Dee, was born Donna Cantrey. Born in the poor streets of a small town. Her mother, my grandmother, taught her from a young age how to rise above her humble background. But not through education and hard work, although that was part of the plan, but rather by using her beauty and charm, coupled with the weakness of men who were obsessed with stockings.

Even at the age of twelve, it was clear that Didi would be a beauty in the future. She has a beautiful face, perfect body, long legs and big breasts. Her mother, my grandmother, Wan Na, spent all her hard-earned money and all her time and energy on her daughter. She chased away the ruffians who smelled her daughter's girlish fragrance and taught her the skills of real life.

By the time Donna entered junior high school, she was more knowledgeable about makeup, manners, fashion, and sex than women twice her age. Her mother used her charm to get Didi into a good school in the city. One night, Wanna had dinner with the principal at a hotel in another city and stayed with him overnight. By the time he drove her home the next day, he had become enamored with her charm and her skills in bed. He let Donna into his high school for free when she promised him that he could have sex with her once a month.

The principal's wife is a conservative, nagging fat woman. She only allowed him to fulfill his husbandly duties once a month, and that was if she was in a good mood. Every time she wore a heavy cotton long-sleeved pajamas, she would reluctantly lift up her pale fat legs and let her husband mate like an animal. When he fucked me, I just lay there like a dead person, and at most I made sounds like a pig.

Vanna Cantlay was totally different; she would latch onto his stubby little cock like a suction cup. She was wearing transparent stockings, high heels, a bodysuit, and makeup. Wanna asked him to rub her feet on him while he was fucking her. She would put her tongue into his mouth when kissing. She kept screaming until he came.

The principal was completely fascinated by Wan Na. He guaranteed that her daughter would be able to attend his school, take any class she liked, and not have to worry about her grades.

This doesn't mean that Didi is stupid, she works just as hard in school as her mother does in private. She knew that if their plan was to succeed, she would need some education. Although Wanna hated her secret monthly trysts with the fat man and his increasingly outrageous sexual demands, she knew it would all be worth it in the end.

Tremont Jonah Bouvier, or Trey to his friends, was living every young person's dream life. His family was wealthy, and more importantly, it was a well-known and prominent family in the town. He is handsome, smart and good at sports. And he's also obsessed with Donna.

Donna certainly put a lot of effort into seducing Trey. Her mother had chosen him as a target and had worked hard to teach her daughter how to be feminine and seductive, but her daughter was a natural at it. Her skirts were always just a little shorter than the other girls’ and her makeup was just a little heavier than theirs. Wherever she walked, there was a faint fragrance. In short, she exudes a deliberately suppressed sexiness.

Trey pestered Donna for months, but she kept rejecting his further advances. Until one day she accepted Trey's invitation to go to the school dance. That night in the dark parking lot of a nearby park, Trey reached into Donna's pantyhose and was about to slide his fingers into the crotch of her pink nylon panties when she grabbed his hand.

"Trey, if you respect me, you will wait until I am willing." Donna's voice was as sweet as cream.

"But Didi, do you know how obsessed I am with you?" Trey pleaded.

Trey was not used to being rejected by anyone, let alone by a girl from the ghetto. His friends teased him for asking a poor girl to the dance. But in fact, they were all very jealous and secretly coveted Didi's beauty. She is the object of many boys' masturbation fantasies.

"Trey, I know boys need to let go once in a while, but I'll only do this with someone I'm sure is serious about me. Mom said I should save it for the most special person in my life," Donna whispered in the dark. Her sweet breath blowing on his ears made him feel itchy.

"Oh, Donna, I mean it! I promise, you are the most special girl in my heart," Trey begged.

"Really?" Donna whimpered.

"Yes, honey, I swear!" Trey replied.

In the dark car, Trey couldn't see the faint sly smile on Dee Dee's face. Her bait was set; now she just had to lure him into the trap.

"Okay. Trey, you can't touch me there, but I don't want you to go home frustrated and unsatisfied. Mom said that girls should keep their bodies until their wedding night. But she also said that if I really like a boy, I can do this..."

When Donna put her hand under his crotch and stroked his cock through the thick denim, Trey almost came in his pants. He quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his thighs. Donna reached out and stroked his thick, long cock. This was her first time masturbating a boy, but her mother taught her well. She gently moved her fingers along his penis, occasionally cruelly scratching the frenulum on his foreskin with her long red nails.

Trey only lasted about thirty seconds before he came. White hot sperm shot out like a rope from his throbbing cock onto Donna's thighs. She could also feel his body heat as the semen soaked into her stockings.

Donna began to sob quietly. Trey pulled up his pants and pulled her into his arms.

"What's wrong honey?" he asked.

"You will never value me again! I'm just a prostitute from the slums now," she cried.

"Oh, Dee Dee, Dee Dee! It's not like that. I love you darling! I love you!"

Donna reached over and pulled Terry into her arms, an evil gleam in her eyes. She hugged him tightly, pressing her large breasts against his chest. She kissed him and shyly slipped her tongue into his mouth.

"Oh, Trey, you're such a gentleman. I love you." She smiled and kissed him again.

When Trey drove her home, she kissed him passionately and then pushed him away.

"Here, Trey, use this as a souvenir of tonight," she panted.

Donna pulled off her cum soaked stockings and dropped them over Trey's lap. She put her high heels back on, opened the car door and ran into the path in front of her house. She turned and blew Trey a kiss, smiling goodnight at him.

When she came in, Trey took the pair of transparent stockings in front of him, inhaled the scent of Donna's vagina, and his dick immediately became hard again. That night he masturbated three times while smelling her stockings, and each time he ejaculated into the transparent stockings.

Tremont Jonah Bouvier has taken the bait!

For the next six months, their relationship was the subject of gossip in the school. It's just like a romantic fairy tale: the hero was born into the richest family in the county, while the poor pretty girl lived in a small alley in the town.

"Did you know your daughter is dating Trey Bouvier?" the principal asked as he pumped his cock hard into Vanna's nice ass.

He is fucking her doggy style in a dirty hotel room, enjoying her tight ass and long legs covered in black nylon stockings.

"Oh my God! What is that little girl thinking?" Vanna said pretending to be innocent. While twisting her butt hard, hoping to make him finish quickly.

"You can put lipstick on a pig, but it's still just a pig!" Lucien Jonah Bouvier III said to his wife with a frown. His face was flushed and he reeked of whiskey.

Earlier that evening his son had brought Donna home for dinner, and although she was truly stunningly beautiful, her lustful young body had a deliberate manner of displaying etiquette. It is obvious that her ability to deal with situations is something she has learned through hard work and is not something she is born with. Although Lucien and his wife treated Donna warmly, it was obvious that she did not belong to this upper class society.

"Oh, dear, your son is just looking for an easy target for his anger," Jessica Bouvier said, trying to calm her agitated husband.

"Let mommy solve daddy's little problem." She hugged him, took off her high heels, and rubbed her feet in stockings on his legs for a while, until his cock began to grow thicker.

"Fuck, Jessica, you really are the one that takes the edge off my day!" he panted, unzipping his pants and letting his wife stroke his cock with her elegant, stocking-clad feet.

He sipped his bourbon while admiring his wife's red toenails wrapped in stockings while she gave him a foot job. Just when he was about to ejaculate, a purring sound began to come from his mouth. He had forgotten all about Donna by the time the thick, hot semen exploded from the head of his penis and splattered all over his wife's feet and ankles.

"Oh my God, Lucy, you really left a big pool for me." Jessica giggled.

"Okay, now forget about her and take care of your wife!" She giggled and lifted the hem of her black Gucci dress, revealing her forest area surrounded by a pair of white thighs and the dark upper edge of her stockings.

"Fuck! Jessica..." Lucien said halfway before opening his mouth and sucking on his wife's smelly vagina.

However, Lucien should be worried. Trey continued to date Donna throughout high school and into college, despite his father's threats and his mother's pleas. Now, the town gossip has turned to other topics. Trey and Donna's relationship was no longer scandalous. Donna almost climbed into the respected upper class because of her relationship with him. But the key word is “almost”! Because in this county, no one can bridge the gap between rich and poor in one generation.

Donna did everything she could to keep Trey's mind on her. She progressed from occasionally masturbating him to oral sex and learned how to swallow his semen without gagging. But her pressure was increasing. Trey wanted to fuck her. Even though she insisted on saving her virginity for her wedding night, he wanted to take it now.

She let him fuck her through her clothes and let him press his lower body against her in the back seat of his car. She lifted her legs up and let him press his cock against her wet panties, the sheer fabric of her pantyhose enveloping his cock and pushing it against her labia through the thin nylon and satin. He was so close to his goal, but when he tried to move to push aside her panties, she immediately pushed his hand away.

"Trey, you know I was saving this for last," she whimpered into his shoulder, pushing against his cock, trying to get him to cum between her legs.

Trey's frustration was growing. As a handsome college freshman and heir to a vast fortune, he was a pretty high-profile target, and a lot of other girls were interested in him. Trey occasionally hunts for food, but his biggest wish is to have sex with the love of his life: Donna Cantlay.

Donna had been discussing this with her mother, and they both knew that if Donna didn't back down soon, Trey might find another girlfriend who would be willing to do whatever he wanted. Trey's parents have been putting pressure on him to break up with Donna. They even invited the daughters of some of their wealthy friends to their home, hoping that Trey would find someone he was interested in among them.

Wanna explained the principles of the menstrual cycle to Donna a long time ago, and they both knew which day she was most likely to get pregnant. Now is the time to fence the trap!

Trey is taking Donna out to dinner to celebrate the one-year anniversary of him giving her his graduation ring. Donna put on her shortest black dress, black shiny stockings, high heels, and heavy makeup and perfume. She exuded sexual temptation and looked much more mature than her actual age of eighteen.

Trey's hands were practically glued to his girlfriend and he couldn't take them off. When his hand slid up her thigh and touched her bare skin above the toe of her stockings, he nearly came in his pants.

"Wow! Didi, you are wearing stockings!" He almost couldn't breathe.

"A special night calls for a special outfit," she smiled from behind the straw in her cherry Coke.

She had no objection to Trey taking her to a small motel and getting a room. She followed him shyly into the motel room, and the two of them sat on the bed, each with their own thoughts.

"Trey, you know our rules: you can rub it through your underwear until you cum, but you can't put it inside," Donna said.

What happened next was close to rape. It would have been rape if DeeDee Cantlay hadn't premeditated her decision to incite Trey to take her virginity that night.

Trey throws Donna onto the bed and kisses her passionately. He cupped her breasts in his hands, freeing them from the flimsy cups of her dress. He sucked and bit her nipples while thrusting hard between her legs, spreading them further and further apart.

"Be gentle, Trey, it hurts!" Donna begged him.

Trey's balls were so swollen that they were about to burst, and he was determined not to stop until they were truly united. He bent over and unzipped his pants, releasing his throbbing erection. Donna could feel it against the cleft of her pussy, pushing the thin material of her panties into her labia.

"Be careful, Trey, you know our rules! These panties are thin and I don't want to tear them," said Donna.

Trey reached between their bodies, grasped the thin fabric, and ripped the panties off of Donna. Many people mistakenly believe that the hymen is in a girl's vagina, but in fact it is a small membrane at the entrance of the vagina. Trey pushed his iron rod of penis into her fully moist vagina, breaking her hymen. Donna screamed loudly.

"Oh my God! Trey, what are you doing!" she screamed.

"I'm sorry, but I love you, Didi!" he yelled as he thrust deep into her body until his entire penis was buried inside her.

Their pubic mounds pressed together, and Trey grabbed Donna's ankles, lifted her legs high, and began to thrust. Her narrow vagina tightly wrapped around his swollen penis as he thrust it in and out, and his climax was about to come.

"Trey, honey. What are you doing? What are you doing?" Donna sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I love you, Dee Dee! I love you!" Trey sobbed in response, but continued to plow her with his raging cock.

He came deep inside her, filling her up with his hot seed. A few minutes later, Trey was exhausted and lying on top of his sobbing girlfriend, with his half-hard cock still inside her, the last few drops of semen still oozing out of his urethra. He kissed her softly on her lips, then on her cheek, and finally licked the tears away from her face.

"I really love you, Didi. You are the most important person to me and I will always be sincere to you," he pleaded.

"Really? Trey, really?" Donna replied. Her eyes sparkled in smudged mascara.

"Yes, Donna, forever," he said with a sigh.

"Well... I guess what's done is done now. There's no point crying and it's too late to undo what's done." Donna said with a sly smile.

She rubbed her vulva against Trey's, squeezing his penis with her vaginal muscles. She lifted her legs, wrapped them around his back, and started thrusting him. Trey kisses her passionately and tears off his shirt between thrusts. He wanted to feel the smooth touch of the nylon stockings wrapped around her legs with his body as he fucked her.

Donna's mother had taught her how to please a man while satisfying herself, so she quickly found the position that best stimulated her clitoris. Her first orgasm in her life was many times more satisfying than any previous orgasm she had experienced by masturbating.

Trey and Donna spent the night at the motel. By daybreak, her vagina was a little sore, and his penis was swollen. They mated like animals all night long.

Donna was never sure whether it was the first time her lover ejaculated inside her or the fifth time that got her pregnant. But she was pretty sure she was conceived that night. She let Trey fuck her every night that week, and he didn't mention birth control and she was happy not to. When her next period didn't come, she and Wan Na went to another county to see a doctor.

Donna was really pregnant, and the two conspirators laughed happily. Her plan worked, now they just had to make sure Trey would keep his word.

When Donna told Trey, he turned pale and almost fainted. Then, like a true Bouvier man, he steeled himself and asked Donna to marry him. Donna cried and said she didn't want to get married with a baby, but she would never consider having an abortion. Trey said he would not let his child be illegitimate.

"Oh, Trey, honey, I love you! Of course, I would marry you." Donna said with a smile looking into her boyfriend's shining eyes.

They celebrated by spending the entire afternoon making love. Donna's skills made Trey feel as novel and exciting as if he had traveled around the world.

The recent strife in the Bouvier household came to a head when they announced to Trey's parents that they had secretly become engaged and that Lucien and Jessica would soon be grandparents. Trey defended his fiancée, saying she wasn't just a hooker looking for a rich man like his father said. Oddly enough, Jessica Bouvier also sided with Donna, though still complaining about how her son had been stupid enough to get her pregnant. The family meeting ended in an angry argument, and Lucien grabbed a bottle of bourbon and went straight to the study. He was so angry that he kicked his beloved hound Beth on the butt on the way.

The couple and the future grandmother stayed in the living room to discuss the next step. Jessica actually felt a little sympathetic towards Donna, because although she came from a wealthy family, she also used her feminine charm to lure her husband into the trap.

Donna knew that after Trey fell into the trap, the only obstacle standing between her and a life of wealth and worry-free life was Trey's father: Lucien Jonah Bouvier III. She has to find a way to resolve the hostility of the Bouvier family's owner in order to get the upper-class luxurious life she dreams of. Her plan surprised even her mother. She didn't expect that she had actually taught her daughter to the point where she was even better than her teacher!

Donna barged into the office of Lucien Jonah Bouvier III. She was stopped by the clerk who seemed to be very picky and said that he couldn't let her in because they had no prior appointment. Finally Donna opened the solid walnut door of Lucien's office herself and rushed inside. The secretary couldn't stop her and could only follow her all the way inside.

"Rosie, it's okay. Have Miss Cantley come in and cancel my three o'clock appointment. Miss Cantley and I won't be spending too long, so get my car ready and take me to the airport anytime," Lucien commanded.

"Ms. Cantley, please take a seat," he said. Rosie closed the door behind her, leaving them alone in the large office.

Lucien sat behind a large mahogany desk, dressed in an expensive designer suit, elegantly shaped hair, and carefully manicured nails. He is the embodiment of wealth and power.

"Miss, my time is limited. So say whatever you want to say now and get out of my office!" he roared.

"Oh, please call me Didi, that's what my friends call me." Donna replied sarcastically.

"I'm going to be your daughter-in-law soon, you should at least respect me," she added.

"Wife!? You're just a whore looking for a rich husband!" Lucien said harshly.

Donna was wearing a tight skirt today with a very low neckline, the hem of which barely covered her thighs. Under the skirt are flesh-colored transparent waist-length pantyhose and high heels. Her face was covered in makeup and perfume.

When she sat down, her skirt rode up. She made no attempt to pull her skirt back up, but instead opened her legs slightly, allowing Lucien to see the thick grass on her vulva through her stockings. She wasn't wearing any underwear!

"Tsk, tsk. Lucien, there's no need to curse. To be honest, your Trey is a good boy. Loyal, kind, considerate, and has good grades. But he's actually as dumb as a rock." Donna said as she searched for cigarettes in her handbag as if nothing else had to do.

"But whether you are happy or not, your son has to marry me." She smiled and lit a cigarette.

Lucien was stunned. The brazen young girl had the audacity to flash her private parts while scolding his son for being nothing but a lecherous fool. At this moment, a ray of sunlight shone through the gap in the blinds and fell on Donna's thigh. Her nylon-clad legs gleamed in the bright light. Her pussy was clearly visible under the crotch of her transparent stockings.

Lucien cleared his throat, but couldn't take his eyes off the little vixen.

"I'll uncover your little whore's scheme!" he panted, but his eyes were still fixed on her plump breasts and long legs.

Donna stood up, walked to the mahogany desk, sat on the edge of the desk, facing Lucien, with her legs wide open. She stubbed out her cigarette in the crystal ashtray on the table. The scent of her perfume engulfed him completely, and he thought he could actually smell the stench of her vagina.

"Listen to me, Dad. There's no reason why we can't be a good family. Your son needs a strong woman to guide him. Let's be honest, he's no smarter than a bag of rocks in the real world."

Donna stood up and couldn't help laughing when she saw Lucien's swollen crotch. She achieved the desired effect. Her tight, shapely little ass sat on his lap, wiggling her ass against him. Lucien instinctively grasped her thighs with his hands and began to stroke her perky legs.

"I'm sure we can work it out so that we can both satisfy our needs." She smiled as she stroked Lucien's thick erection through the thin fabric of his pants.

"You little slut!" he gasped. But there was no intention of pushing her off his legs.

DeeDee Cantrell slid off Lucien Jonah Bouvier's lap and knelt before him. Her hands were wrapped around his thighs, and her bright red nail polish contrasted beautifully with the British designer suit pants. She started to unzip his pants.

She pulled out his thick cock, and without saying a word, she took it into her mouth and began sucking on the pulsating weapon, using her tongue to lick his glans covered in saliva.

"You little bitch!" Lucien yelled, clasping his hands around her head.

Lucien grabs Donna's head and makes her give him a blowjob by clamping her lips around his solid rod. Her ruby-red lipstick left a trace on his penis. She couldn't help but laugh inwardly as she felt that cock pulsing in her mouth. Lucien grunted and shot a torrent of semen into the young woman's deliberately flattering mouth.

Donna swallowed her future father-in-law's juices and then licked him clean. She slowly stuffed his deflated cock back into his pants and sat back down on his lap.

"See, Daddy. There's no reason why we can't get along," she said dryly.

"Just give me an hour every Wednesday afternoon in your personal calendar, and I promise to be a good wife and take good care of my father-in-law's needs."

She said and pinched Lucien's dick.

He stroked her thigh. His hand slipped under her skirt and began to caress the small hillock beneath her gauze-like nylon silk.

"What about this?" he hissed, digging his fingers into her wet labia.

"You can have anything you want," Donna whispered.

Lucien masturbated Donna through her pantyhose, and finally couldn't help but tear a hole in the thin fabric and put his fingers into her wet vagina. His thumb kept tweaking her clit until she buried her face in his shoulder and screamed out her orgasm.

She kissed him passionately, then jumped off his lap and smoothed her dress down.

"See you next Wednesday, Daddy." She smiled and blew him a kiss.

Before she walked out the door, she deliberately lifted the hem of her skirt, giving Lucien a glimpse of her tight little butt wrapped in stockings.

She closed the door and strode arrogantly past her secretary, Rosie, who was sitting there sulking. Rosie's eyes were like daggers directed at the little slut who had possessed her boss for so long.

"Bitch!" Donna hummed at the secretary who was sitting there in a daze.

A week later Tremon Jonah Bouvier and Donna Cantrey were married in a modest chapel in Las Vegas. At the wedding, Lucien's semen was still dripping from Donna's vagina onto her pure white satin panties. Just minutes before the wedding, he insisted that she wear a veil while he pushed her against the wall of their hotel room and fucked her.

That day was Wednesday. For Lucien, once he promised, he must do it.

Donna wore white elastic stockings under her wedding gown. Lucien simply lifted up her dress, pulled her panties aside, and rammed his cock into her body, pushing her against the wall and pumping her wildly. Donna cooperated by twisting her buttocks to allow her father-in-law to exercise his rights.

That night, as Trey fucked his new wife, who was still in her white silk gown, he thought her vagina was so wet because she wanted him. It was actually his own father who lubricated his wife's tight vagina with his sperm.

Lucien only invited a few close relatives and friends to fly to Las Vegas to attend the wedding. Vanna Cantlay was not invited. When my mother signed the marriage certificate, she used the name Delia Bouvier. She asked a lawyer to help her change her name the day before her wedding. Donna doesn't sound like the name of a girl from a noble family! Later she insisted that her friends still call her Didi, but if anyone accidentally called her Donna, she would hate it for the rest of her life.

My grandmother, Vanna Cantley, never had the chance to live in DeeDee's big house and enjoy the fruits of her daughter's marriage. Tilia completely ignored her mother's pleas, as if she had severed her mother-daughter relationship with her. Ten years later, Wanna died of alcoholism and loneliness. Delia sent a basket of flowers to the funeral but did not attend in person.

Eight months after they were married, my mother gave birth to my older sister, Melissa. Lucien continued to "collect payment" and fuck his wife every Wednesday until she gave birth. He even locked the door of her private room the day after she gave birth and asked her to give him oral sex.

I was born two years after my sister and my name was Alexandre Bouvier. To this day I don’t know if the sperm that fertilized me came from my father, my grandfather, or one of my mother’s many lovers. Tilia had my father fucking her whenever and wherever she wanted, as well as my grandfather's Wednesday dates and any young men she liked on a whim.

My father started working in my grandfather's family business and slowly worked his way up to the top. He and my mother spent little time with my sister and me, and we were raised by a nanny named Aunt Betty. My mother only came to see me when she wanted to show off to her friends or when she came home drunk late at night and felt guilty.

Sometimes she would come home drunk and leave her expensive dress on the floor for the servants to clean up the next day. Wearing only underwear, he lifted me off the bed and gave me a kiss and a hug. My fondest memories are of being hugged by my mother, feeling her soft, warm skin beneath the silk of her clothes, the makeup still on her pretty face, the scent of perfume hanging over us like a cloud, the soft whispers she whispered to me, and her gentle touch on my body.

This continued for several years and well into my teenage years. Mom would get drunk, come home and sit on the edge of my bed in just her underwear and tell me how much she loved me, holding me and resting my head on her chest.

I started to get an erection when she did this, and I'm still not sure if she didn't notice or just didn't care. I became obsessed with stockings and lingerie. No doubt fostered by my mother's late night visits. I would steal some lingerie from her room, spray them with her perfume and masturbate with them. Sometimes I would even take her used panties out of the laundry basket and masturbate.

One night, my mother opened the door of my room and stood quietly watching me masturbating with her panties on my head and a pair of her stockings wrapped around my cock. I had no idea she was standing there until she started giggling.

"Haha! Alex Bouvier. You are just like your father and your grandfather. You just can't live without my underwear." She laughed.

My face turned red and I pushed the stolen clothes under the quilt in shame.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm so sorry," I stammered.

Tilia came into my room. She was wearing a red satin bodysuit, black nylon suspender stockings and black open-toed high heels. She smelled of perfume and whiskey. The makeup on her face was a bit messy, with lipstick and mascara smudged. She looks really sexy!

She sat on the bed, reached into the quilt and pulled out the pair of pantyhose I had just used to masturbate. She held it up to the light, causing me to flinch in embarrassment. A trace of silvery secretion wet the transparent cloth.

"You've torn these tights, Alex. You can't wear them anymore!" she said sternly.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I won't do it again," I begged.

"That's not right, Alex! All the men in your Bouvier family are the same. All they think about is sex, sex, sex!"

"Get off the bed and get over here!"

I slowly and reluctantly came out from under the covers and sat down next to my furious mother. She suddenly pulled me over her lap and started spanking me.

"Remember, little boy, if you are too naughty, your mother will still teach you a lesson!" she said.

I lay on my mother's legs wrapped in nylon stockings, and the soft satin and nylon kept touching my naked body. Even though my butt was still being spanked, the smell of my mother's perfume quickly made me excited. My penis became hard and squeezed between my mother's thighs covered with stockings. As she slapped my ass, my cock slid over her gauze-covered legs and soon began to throb, needing to find a release. I don't know if she did it on purpose, but she closed her legs and wrapped my penis tightly, turning it into a nylon stockings vagina for me to fuck!

When the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced in my life swept through my body, my mind went blank and I almost passed out. I shot string after string of hot semen on my mother's stocking-wrapped legs. I stroked it between her legs, enjoying the pleasure of my sensitive penis rubbing against her gauze-like thighs after ejaculation.

"You dirty kid!" Mom yelled, slapping my butt even harder with her hands.

But she didn't push me off her legs. She let me finish fucking her legs and waited for my dick to cool down. When my mother rolled me off her legs, my bottom was red and swollen, and I felt extremely ashamed. A pool of white semen accumulated between her thighs, soaking her stockings.

"Damn it, Alex, you ruined these stockings too!" she scolded me.

She untied the stockings from the garters, slid them down her legs to her feet, kicked off her high heels and pulled them off her feet. She balled them up and threw them at me.

"These are for you! From now on, don't you ever open my underwear drawer or laundry basket again, you little pervert!" she warned me.

"You won't tell Dad, will you?" I pleaded with her.

Mom just snorted, put her high heels back on and stood up. She adjusted her satin bodysuit. The straps on the garter belt straddled her beautiful thighs. She reached the door and turned around.

"No more nighttime cuddles, Alex. I think you're old enough."

She turned and left, closing the door, leaving me alone in the dim light at the bedside.

My secret was safe for now, but my slutty mother would use it to humiliate me later, and it would hurt me more than if I had told my father right away.

I lost my virginity to my babysitter when I was fifteen. Aunt Betty took care of my sister and me, but she liked me better than the other two. One day, not long after I was spanked by my mother, Betty found my nylon stockings hidden under the mattress. There was still some dried semen on it. I walked into the bedroom and found her sitting on my bed studying the stiffened fabric in her hands.

"Oh my God! Betty, what are you holding?" I stammered.

"You know what I'm getting at, Alex. God, I knew you had a fetish before your mom did," she replied.

"I've been making your bed and cleaning your room since you were a baby. Do you really think you can hide things from your Aunt Betty?"

Betty was a plump black woman in her forties. She has a pretty face, nice legs and big boobs. I stood there staring at her awkwardly. She was wearing a black uniform skirt with a white bib, and grey sheer stockings that went really well with her dark skin. I stared at her thighs with the pair of dry and hard stockings still on them.

"I'm not your wet nurse anymore, Alex. Tilia said you're old enough and don't need a wet nurse anymore."

"I'm going to be Melissa's maid until she goes off to college, and then she'll probably tell me to go back to eating myself."

I've never heard Betty speak in that tone. Very surprised.

"Anyway, I know you masturbate all the time. Most teenage boys do, but not all of them masturbate to their mother's underwear."

My face turned red.

"Come and sit next to me." She patted the bed.

I sat down next to her timidly.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, little darling. I've even wiped your shit-stained butt, so why would I think sticky wet sheets and dry, hard stockings are a big deal?" she said calmly.

"Aunt Betty, I know. But I feel embarrassed when I know you know it too," I said vaguely.

"You like women's legs in stockings, and you like to look at and touch women's underwear, right?" She reached under my pillow and pulled out a women's fashion magazine that I like to read while masturbating.

She opened the worn-out magazine and found a picture of a woman in a bra, panties, and stockings.

"Like this?" she asked, pointing at the photo.

I nodded timidly.

"But Alex, you've never seen a woman dressed like this. Of course, I mean except your mother."

I nodded again.

"I have a little parting gift, Alex. But you have to keep it a secret between us."

Betty stood up, unhooked her apron, unzipped her tight uniform skirt, and pulled it off. She stood in front of me wearing only a red lace bra and panties of the same style, sheer grey tights and black pumps.

My cock got hard in my pants. I can't believe what's happening right now.

"You can touch me, Alex. I know you want to." She said to me with a smile.

I hesitantly reached out and touched her legs covered with soft gauze pantyhose. My hand moved from her slender calves to her plump thighs, enjoying the touch of smooth nylon.

"Alex, take off your clothes," Betty said.

I wasted no time and quickly dropped my pants and took off my shirt. I stretched my legs and kicked off my shoes and then took off my socks.

I sat back on the bed and continued to stroke Betty's legs. I ran my fingers up her leg until I reached the crease between her thigh and body. Here, the nylon crotch of her pantyhose was darker than elsewhere, and I painted along the line that separated the clear nylon from the crotch.

"These are called body shaping tights. Do you like them, Alex?" she asked.

"Um... yes, ma'am!" I replied while stroking the shiny fabric.

"I bet you'd love to have your bird in my lap, wouldn't you?" she giggled.

She lifted one leg off the ground, placed it between my legs on the bed, and began rubbing it on my throbbing cock. Her warm skin wrapped in thin nylon rubbed against my swollen penis, giving me a very delicate and wonderful feeling. I pressed her legs against my cock and started pumping it like crazy.

"Slow down, honey. I don't want you to cum all over my legs. Let Aunt Betty show you how to do it."

She put her feet back on the ground and stood in front of me, spreading her legs. Instinctively, I put my hands on her big hips and buried my face in her crotch. I inhaled the scent of her private parts mixed with perfume. I rubbed my face repeatedly on the crotch of her pantyhose. Through the dark nylon material, I could see her panties with red lace.

Betty's hands grasped my head and pushed my face between her legs, rubbing it against her pussy. I licked her vagina through the layers of stockings and panties, put my hand into the waistband of her pantyhose and pulled it down with her panties. I licked her pussy and spread her labia with my tongue. I found it was hot and humid inside. I licked her pussy and had her grab my head to guide my tongue to her clit.

She moaned softly and let me lick her for several minutes.

"Baby, we'd better hurry up before someone comes in. Let me see what's yours," she said.

She pulled me to my feet and took my erect penis in her hand.

"Not bad for a white kid. I knew when you were little that you were going to grow up to be something big," she said as she stroked my throbbing cock.

I pumped my penis in her hand, moaning lustfully.

"Well, let's just get on with it before you cum now," she said.

She let go of my dick, turned to the bed, bent over, and supported herself on the bed with her hands. Legs spread wide open.

"Alex, now put that thing in your Aunt Betty and fuck her good," she said with a smile.

I walked behind her and looked at her plump black ass. Her pantyhose and panties were stretched tight around her thighs. Her pubic area was dark in color with black pubic hair surrounding it. Her dark red labia protruded outside her vulva. I stood between her legs, put my cock between her labia, and slowly thrust forward. My cock slid into her warm, wet vagina, which was like a sponge filled with water. I gripped her hips tightly and pushed myself all the way down. Her vagina wrapped around my pulsating penis like a smooth goose down glove. I almost came!

Betty wiggled her ass and let me start fucking her slowly. I knew I couldn't hold out for much longer, so I picked up the pace. I pumped into her, my lower abdomen slapping against her ass. After a few minutes, I came and orgasmed inside a woman for the first time in my life. She made a sound like a night cat moaning as she felt my cock twitching and shaking inside her. I grabbed her hips and rubbed against her, and came completely inside her. It was then that I realized that Patty had been rubbing her clitoris between her legs with her hand while I was fucking her.

As her orgasm hit her, she twisted her hips and pushed back hard against me.

"Wow fuck! That feels good!" she moaned.

"When you learn how to last longer, you will be a good husband to a woman. But your first time was good." As she said this, she relaxed herself and took my penis out of her vagina filled with semen.

She pulled her panties and pantyhose back on and put her uniform dress back on.

"Don't forget this is our little secret." She winked and handed me her apron.

"Help me tie this, baby," she said and turned away.

I put the apron around her waist and tied it. I couldn't help but slide my hand under her skirt and touch her legs. The entire crotch of her pantyhose was soaked.

"Look what you've done, Alex. I need to change my underwear," she giggled.

"Can I keep this as a souvenir?" I begged, touching the pantyhose on her butt.

"Behave yourself, you naughty little brat!" she scolded me jokingly, pulling my hand out of her skirt.

She put on her high heels and gave me a kiss. Her lips were thick and her moist mouth tasted of strawberries. She pushed me away and noticed that my slowly deflated penis had left a trail of semen on her apron.

"Remember, Alex, this is our secret!" she warned me, walking out of the room.

I had not expected to lose my virginity like this, especially to Aunt Betty. I never thought she would be such a woman. What surprised me even more was that night, I found that Betty had secretly returned to my room while I was away and put the pair of semen-stained gray pantyhose under my pillow.

When my sister left for college, Mom fired Betty. Before that, although I tried my best, I never had the chance to be alone with Betty, and Betty never came to see me on her own. It was obvious that she only let me do it because she wanted to eat my virgin cock.

My mother remained quite indifferent and showed no special concern for me from high school to college. She actually spent more time on my sister, but only so that she could marry someone of equal status.

By the time I graduated from law school, my grandfather was in his seventies. He doesn't look old at all and still insists on having a "meeting" with his daughter-in-law every Wednesday afternoon. At this time, my mother was no longer having sex with him, she was just giving him oral sex. She would go into his study, lock the door, lift her skirt and let him touch her vagina while she masturbated him with latex gloves.

It was during one such "meeting" that he died of a heart attack. Mom calmly gathered her clothes, checked his pulse to make sure he was dead, threw away her latex gloves, and smoked a cigarette before calling an ambulance.

My father, Tremont Jonah Bouvier, inherited the family business and fortune, and Tilia lived happily for a while. She didn't even go to find a young man anymore and pretended that she was a wife who loved her husband deeply. But this situation did not last long.

By the time I was twenty-six, my father had completely mastered the Bouvere family's career. My sister married a young and excellent lawyer. He will follow his father's footsteps in the future, enter politics, and then challenge the seat in Congress. I'm also engaged to my beautiful fiancée.

I almost had no contact with my scheming family members. Working in a small law firm several towns away from home. With the insistence of my mom and my future bride, I agreed to have a small pre-wedding dinner at my father’s house after the wedding rehearsal. Those present were my prospective father-in-law and mother-in-law, friends from the law firm, sister and husband, and several close family friends.

Mom was nagging all over the dinner. I suddenly became the only child that made her extremely proud, and how promising it would be if I returned to his father's career and work. Then I sighed that I was almost completely disagreeing with my family.

After everyone had a few cups of yellow soup, it was time for the guests to come on stage to make fun of me. A few relatives and friends told me some embarrassing things when I was young and the pornographic jokes I made in college.

As usual, my mother is not to be outdone. And Tillia had already drunk nearly a whole bottle of wine. She stood up and told the shocked audience how she found out that her teenage son masturbated with her underwear and that he actually dared to spit her high-end stockings full of cum while she was punishing him for slapping him on the ass.

Tillia thought the story was just funny, but everyone else felt disgusted and embarrassed. They were surprised to hear the story. I kept getting roasted by my fiancée. She already knew very well that I had fetishes with stockings and lingerie because I often asked her to wear stockings and lingerie when she was having sex. Now she felt that she was just a substitute for the Oedipus complex. I spent the whole night convinced her that it wasn't so that I could get married the next morning.

The next day I endured the snickering and sarcasm of the wedding guests, but the next month things reached an unbearable level. I know all my colleagues and relatives are gossiping about the matter between me and my mom. Some people even winked at me, as if suggesting that they could understand why I would like to meet my own mother!

In the end, I couldn't stand these slander and irony, so I left the company and moved to another state to open a small law firm myself. I no longer contact my mother, but I still observe the farces at home from afar. Sometimes some tricks and gossips my mother still reach my ears.

My dad had a stroke about a year later, and mom sent Trey to a senior nursing home and moved into his office to take over his career. She wasn't really working, she handed over the daily operations of the company to the management. But she just likes to wear formal suits and sit in her father's office. As a result, Titi returned to the same office where she wanted to enter the family to help my grandfather with oral sex. This could be considered a fateful arrangement.

At this moment, my mother made a mistake that I could take advantage of. After she and a young man were caught and raped on the spot, my father resolutely decided to take a heavy blow. Although it was too late to go back and sign the prenuptial agreement, he still asked his lawyer to write a clause that when he was incapable of behavior or mentally unable to manage the company's business, Titi would become the company's CEO and general manager.

But there is a book: she must remain loyal to maintain this position. If there is a proven cheating behavior, the company's business will be handed over to me for management.

Of course, Titi couldn't be a good wife and lady for too long. She is the dick who likes men and can't take a good shot for too long. In fact, what she really cares about is her sense of power for men. The man longs for her body and will stare at her slender legs, huge breasts and strong butt with lust. In her early fifties, she was wearing a fitted suit, stockings, high heels, and makeup on her face, which was still very amazing. She would deliberately hang her high heels on her feet and shake her feet, or rub her thighs wrapped in stockings, or bend down to show her strong butt and big breasts, and even spread her legs just enough to peek at the bottom of her skirt. The men would drool and stare blankly. Yes, my mother is a vixen. And she also went to bed with a young man in the company!

Zeiss Bowman is younger than me. He is strong and handsome, and his mother just has no choice but to touch him! One afternoon, he seduced her in that big office, and they often had a tryst at the Courtyard Hotel since then. The problem is, Zeiss can't shut his big mouth and brag about his loot everywhere. After hearing this, a friend rushed to my office at a record-breaking speed and told me the news.

I snickered in secret and began to plan my revenge plan. I don't want to take Titi's career away from her. I just want to completely humiliate her, just like she used to humiliate me.

I drove back to my hometown and stayed in a holiday hotel. The next afternoon, I joined my father's company without prior notice.

The first thing that mother did when she took over her father's career was to quit his loyal secretary, Rosie. She really holds grudges. Rossi changed his position to a handsome and stout young assistant in an expensive suit. He wanted to stop me from entering Titi's office, but I walked through him like a gust of wind.

"It's okay, Rina. Let me talk to my son alone, I think I can handle him." She smiled at me maliciously and sent her young assistant away.

Titi looks so beautiful. Wearing a tailored sea blue suit, the skirt was curled high on her thighs, the coat was not buttoned, revealing a creamy white low-neck satin top. She wore black glossy leather high heels and smoky gray translucent stockings on her feet. The short black hair that was highlighted in dark red set off her heavy makeup face. A stream of her favorite perfume "poison" (ironically, this name can't be more suitable for her) floats in the office.

"Alex, it's amazing! What wind blows you?"

She opened her precious red lips, licked her pink tongue against her ivory teeth, and sat behind my grandpa's peach desk to look at me. She pushed the chair back away from the table with her feet, showing her long legs wrapped under her smoke-gray pants. She raised her legs, her skirt curled up and exposed her entire thighs, and she swayed one foot lazily, with a black slim heeled high heels on it.

I looked at her, my eyes moved along her legs to her slender waist, passed her body, and stopped on her plump breasts for a moment, swept over her red lace bra that was about to emerge under her milky satin top, and finally stopped on her serious but still charming face.

"Zeis Bauman," I whispered, "It's the reason I'm here."

My mother's face suddenly lost its blood, but she quickly recovered from calmness.

"Well, yes. That Zeiss Bowman. He is the legal representative of our administration. What about him?" she replied to me with a smile on her face.

"You are having sex with him." I said without emotion.

"Oh, Alexander, please don't use such rude words in front of your mother!" she said without changing her face.

"Then don't you deny it?"

"My father is now locked in a nursing home, and you are fucking his men at home!" I said angrily.

"Hey, Alex, don't be so exaggerated! Your father now lives in the best facilities you can buy with money. He eats delicious food every day, drinks French wine, and a young and beautiful nurse helps him with handjobs!"

"He is not disabled. He is just rehabilitation. I'm just helping to see the store when he is not here." Titi smiled at me with his teeth exposed, putting his raised legs back on the ground.

She tidied her skirt smoothly, but the slit of the skirt spread out, revealing her thighs and reaching her waist. Even though I was angry, I couldn't help but stare.

"So you are still so fascinated by Mommy's legs, Alex. You can't take your eyes away, right?" she said with a smile, spreading her legs slightly.

"Mom, I know that post-marriage agreement. If you sleep with people everywhere, the business at home will fall into my hands." I stared at her cold hazel eyes.

"You ungrateful little villain!" she said angrily.

"Ungraceful? You insult me ​​in front of my wife, friends, family, and colleagues! Force me to stay away from home!" I replied gritting my teeth.

"Oh, Alex. I'm just telling the truth! You really like to shoot mommy's legs and masturbate with my underwear!"

"I bet you'll want to do it again if you can!"

She spread her legs and her skirt rolled back to her thighs, revealing her red satin panties. The V-shaped fabric on the crotch was pressed against her pussy.

"You whore you need to do it!" I said angrily.

"Alex, you have been a useless sissy since you were a child. You won't go out to talk about Zeiss Bowman. You don't have the courage of your father, otherwise you would have said it long ago!" Titi sneered.

A burst of anger rushed to my forehead and dragged her out of the chair. She staggered on her high heels, trying to maintain balance.

"Oh, Alex, after so many years, you finally look like a man of kindness!" She giggled and stimulated me even more violently.

I turned her around, bent her upper body to the desk, and pulled her hands behind her back. I moved her legs in high heels and forced her to spread them.

"Let you see if I have any seeds! Titi!" I roared.

"Oh! Alex." she said with a giggle.

I unzipped my zipper to free my swollen dick. I grabbed my mother's split skirt fork, tear it open along the stitches, and then pulled the torn skirt off her. I stared at her ass under her red satin tights and her long legs wrapped in smoke-gray glossy panties. I rubbed my cock against her ass stitch and enjoyed the pleasure of silk smearing on her sensitive cock.

"Alex! What are you doing?" She didn't sound so confident.

My cock was against her thighs and thrust on her satin-wrapped buttocks, and the lubricated secretions soaked from the urethra on her penis to the red satin panties. I moved my dick to her legs and rubbed it on her thighs. The soft and smooth nylon pantyhose made my sensitive glans feel even more irritating.

My mother instinctively closed her legs and clamped my erect cock. I began to shake back and forth, fucking my mother's round and smooth thighs.

"You still can't forget your mother's legs." She smiled and twisted her butt.

"When you finish it, remember to clean it up and buy me a new skirt. I will ask Rina to take you to buy it." She said sarcastically.

"Poor Alex is still as obsessed with his mother's stockings as the cowardly little boy before," she said contemptuously.

This sentence finally made me collapse! I want this bitch to see, I am no longer a cowardly boy, I am a man!

"I like this too!" I snorted, grabbed the crotch of her pantyhose, and teared a hole in the transparent fabric.

Titi gasped and started to struggle, but seeing her squirming ass was just more exciting to me. I still grabbed her wrist behind her and pushed her forward onto the desk. I poked my dick into the tear-open hole in my pantyhose, then pushed it into the crotch of my pantyhose and began poking around until it found her wet labia.

My mother's warm and moist labia hugged my erection in.

"Alex!" Mom screamed "You naughty kid. Stop!" Titi whimpered, but I could feel her butt pressing against my crotch.

My firm cock slowly slid into the depths of my mother's hot and wet vagina until her soft butt was on top of my lower abdomen. I grabbed her buttocks and my lower body began to rub against her butt, and my hard cock twisted in her tight pussy.

"Oh, mom!" I hummed and started to thrust slowly and long.

"Ah, good son! Fuck me hard!" Titi moaned and fucked me, cooperating with my in and out of her body, and pressing her ass back against me with her underwear.

Her pussy was stuffy, wet, tight, and wrapped like goose-gloves around my rock-hard cock. I went in and out of my mother with all my strength, savoring the feeling of power and desire. We were both gasping and moaning. Titi stopped struggling and began to rush backwards on me as I inserted it.

I want more than that, I want to completely conquer her! I pulled my pulsating cock out of my mother's smooth cave and quickly turned her body around. I held her hand on her butt and lifted her to the desk. Titi knew what I was going to do, and she spread her legs wide for me. I stood between her spread thighs, tore off the crotch of her pantyhose, then rudely pulled her panties to the side, and then stuffed my cock back into her.

Titi lifted her legs and pulled me into the depths of her body, while rubbing my waist with her calves. I took off my blazer and shirt, and I wanted to experience the feeling of her beautiful stockings and legs pressing on my skin. She buckled her high heels on my back and started thrusting with me. She lifted her butt from the desk and pushed her pussy hard onto my pubic bone to stimulate her clitoris.

I rubbed against her, feeling my pleasure piled up higher and higher. I reached out and raised her face roughly to me, kissed her passionately, spraying my seeds into her body without leaving any drops. She twitched wildly on me, feeling my hot cum fill her pussy. She put her hands around me and her high heels squeezed around my waist, as if encouraging me to drain the seeds deep in her body. She grinded her pussy hard on me, and I could feel her body trembling as the climax erupted deep in her.

"Oh, Alex! Oh! Son!" She moaned and asked me to spray the last drop of semen deep in her mother's body.

I pressed my lips onto hers, stretched my tongue into her mouth, and kissed her passionately. She returned her high heels knocking on my back, allowing nylon stockings to rub against my exposed skin, while her fingers cut finger marks on my back.

As our climax slowly subsided, both of us were breathless. I pulled my slowly softened cock out of Titi's swollen vagina, and a few drops of semen flowed out of her body and dripped down the slit of her butt. I wiped my wet and sticky dick on her thighs, watching the stains of the semen soaked into her smoke-gray stockings.

Titi reluctantly opened her legs and let me go.

"Wow, Alex, you're finally grown up! You're indeed a Bouvere man, you must get whatever you want." She smiled shyly at me because I was pulling her panties back to cover her pussy.

"Of course I'm a Bouveer man, mom. Now about that post-marriage agreement," I answered. She was picking up her ragged skirt.

"How about that agreement, Alex?" she said to me with a smile, pulling her skirt over her smooth and round legs.

"Dad doesn't have to know about you and Zeiss Bowman. But of course the premise is if I can get my request." I replied.

"What is that?"

"The same agreement between you and grandpa." I looked at her with a smile.

"Oh? So you know about Lucian?"

"I know you fuck him every Wednesday, rainy and rainy." I sneered.

"Even on my wedding day," she said with a shameless smile.

"Okay, mom. I want you to give it to me every Wednesday. I will send you an email every Tuesday to let you know what I want you to wear."

"Trade!" Titi answered quickly.

"This reminds me that tomorrow is Wednesday. I will be at the Holiday Inn. You need to wear a beautiful tight suit, a corset, black sewn stockings, slim heels and high shoes, and no underwear!"

I turned and walked out of the office, leaving my mum in a torn skirt with my cum dripping from my pussy.

"Take it, go buy that bitch a new skirt!" I threw a hundred dollar bill onto Rina, and walked towards the elevator with a smile in my heart.